the time change beat my ass this year
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My cat got killed by a car a few weeks back and it’ll be so hard not having her on me for warmth and love. I still can’t believe she’s gone.
My brainrot made me think this was about Current Events
My mental illness made me think this was about depression
(I know that sounds like a mildly offensive bit but that’s genuinely what happened for me)
That’s totally a valid reading, it might even be correct
Everybody in media criticism is all like “Death of the author” this, “Death of the author” that but nobody is asking who killed the artist 😡😡
wait what is it about?
I think it’s about nonspecific external hardship (because there are functionally two people there, so it might not be depression/etc)
But it’s also probably so deliberately nonspecific that it could be about almost anything
I don’t disagree with you on this but, and this is a weird position for me as an autistic person to be in, I think you might be taking it a bit too literally? (Never thought that I, me, would get to be the one saying that to someone else)
Clearly the cat is very fantasy coded. It’s a talking cat which is wise.
I feel like this is a metaphor for the artist talking about something probably internal to them where the cat represents their composed, adult self and the child represents their inner child so this feels like an internal conversation within the artist being externalised.
Obviously that’s just how I’m interpreting it but it feels like the gloom is setting in on the artist who is, on one level, going “Welp, here we go again…” and on a deeper level the artist is saying “Wait, it’s coming back? Again? What are we gonna do?? 🥺”
That’s possible, I just decided for whatever reason that it wasn’t likely to be an internal psycho-drama like that. I think because it was saying “we” and not “you,” suggesting (but not denoting) that it is its own patient and not just some figment of the artist’s mind or internal toybox, but you’re right that it could be that they are both meant to be patients via both being the main character, meaning the “we” is more literally an “I” and I was indeed being too literal in my interpretation of the dialog, too.
Anyway, I am glad I gave you the opportunity to tell someone that ;)
I could easily be convinced of this interpretation. Who knows for sure?
Anyway, I am glad I gave you the opportunity to tell someone that ;)
This historic moment is gonna be forever memorialised in my diary lol
I read it rather clearly as depression but I guess external hardship makes more sense? It is pretty vague so I think any reading is valid, but it never occurred to me that it could be anything but SAD.
Like the cat is their companion, it looks out for them. The person is dreading the upcoming season (symbolised by the changing of the weather), the cat (stand-in for emotional support) acknowledges this, at the same time tells the person they’re not alone (hence using “we”) and that whatever is ahead the cat shares in the highs and the lows.
Or that the cat is the persons imagination, I try to look at my psyche from the outside like this when I know my rational side is not getting a word in edgewise because my emotional side is taking up all the space.
often when two different people view the same thing they get different interpretations of it so it could be.
“just managing” is year round, winter is pure hell lol:(
The weather went from “why is it still summer” to “oh fall is almost over” overnight and I am reeling. Seasonal changes always throw me off, but this was ABRUPT.
the time change beat my ass this year
I love to leave work without even a trace of sun in the sky
going to work? no sun.
coming home from work? you’re not gonna believe this…
I will simply refuse to acknowledge the time change next fall. I will show up to everything one hour early and leave one hour early. I will lead humanity by example
Take vitamin D and use a SAD lamp. Big difference!
i’m bad at remembering my vitamins :(
Don’t worry, the sadness will remind you!
Get a daily pill box.
I had to deal with the time change and then went to a place an hour ahead of me for work this week. I am actually dying.
i have a verbal version of this that i recite to myself whenever it looks like more fuckery is afoot: i’ve been here before and it’s all temporary; including the pain. they taught me how survive it before and, because of that, i will survive it again.
i think that it would rhyme if i were british. lol
Those clouds look so cozy, I need to move out of the city, gloomy days were my peak before I had to step in garbage slush on the sidewalks
Started later for me this year, 6 weeks before winter solstice. That means it should be over around early February for me.
Also I love the idea of a festival at the darkest point like “alright we made this far, it’s the lowest point, lets celebrate there’s nowhere to go but up” but somehow it became the most stressful and hated time of the year for me.
